A
Man in Uniform III
Battle Dress Uniform

Orithain and Rina

October 2006

Disclaimers

: We only wish they were ours. Sadly, this is
as close as weíre going to get.

For a change it had been a quiet mission. No one shot at them;
no native fauna or flora attacked, especially not bugs; and no one fell off a
cliff or into a swamp. Atlantisí first contact team actually made it back
through the gate without so much as a scratch and with their uniforms still
clean.

After a short reportóno Wraith, no ZPM, no civilizationóthey
made their way out of the central hub, Teyla and Ronon splitting off from
Sheppard and McKay to work out in the gym.

Once alone in their room, John grinned at Rodney. "Check it
out," he invited, spreading his arms, "still in perfect
condition."

Rodney cocked his head to the side and made a slow circle around
the colonel, nodding to himself. "Yes, it is."

"Why do I think weíre not talking about the same
thing?" John chuckled.

"So itís not just the dress uniforms, huh?" John was
trying not to laugh as Rodney moved against him like a cat. Despite his very
real amusement, the feeling of Rodney rubbing against him was arousing him.

"Itís you in the uniforms, you idiot," Rodney
grumbled, wrapping his arms around Johnís waist and tugging at his shirt,
pulling it free of his pants.

"Is that any way to talk to the man whose pants youíre
trying to get into?"

"You donít like me saying I like you more than your
uniforms?" Rodney asked, sliding a hand under Johnís shirt and up his
chest, his fingers threading through Johnís chest hair before finding an
already hardened nipple to tease.

"I meant the name-calling," John gasped, arching his
back.

"What name-calling?"

"You just called me an idiot!"

"Why donít you concentrate on what Iím doing and not
what Iím saying?"

"Good idea." John squirmed, pressing closer as he
hardened.

"All my ideas are good ideas," Rodney murmured,
slipping a hand down Johnís pants and stroking his cock. "Especially the
one where I get your pants off, bend you over the desk here, and fuck you
silly."

Rodney chuckled and nudged Johnís left leg with his, both of
them stepping forward at once until they reached the desk. John leaned forward
over it, bracing himself as he arched his back, and Rodney leaned in over him,
rubbing against his body as his cock pressed against Johnís ass.

"Quickly!" John rasped, pushing back.

"My fetish, my pace," Rodney grumbled, though he was
working at Johnís pants, getting them loose and backing up enough to push them
down around his thighs.

"Tease," John groaned, squirming and pressing back to
regain contact with Rodney.

"Itís not teasing when it gets you fucked."

"Iím not getting fucked yet!"

In answer, Rodney squirted lube on his fingers and pressed them
into Johnís ass, quickly stretching him before slotting his cock against the
now slick hole and pushing inward, groaning at the familiar grasp.

"Oh yeah, thatís much better," John groaned, arching
his back more deeply. "I like the way you like my uniforms."

"And I love you in and out of your uniforms," Rodney
gasped, sliding his hands up Johnís chest, his fingers threading through his
dark chest hair to rub and pluck at his nipples.

"Oh good." John twisted in Rodneyís grasp, one hand
reaching for his erection. Rodney pulled back until he almost slid out of Johnís
ass, then thrust forward, making them both grunt. John gripped the edge of the
desk and spread his legs a little wider, wordlessly urging Rodney on.

"Oh yeah," Rodney whispered, finding a tempo they both
liked while he played with Johnís chest.

"Rodney!" John squirmed, pressing his chest into
Rodneyís teasing fingers and his ass back to meet Rodneyís strokes into him.

"God, do that again!" Rodney gasped as he dropped a
hand to cover Johnís, urging him on. John squirmed again, grinning at the
sound Rodney made, and set up a rhythm between Rodneyís cock and their joined
hands, driving them both higher and higher, making Rodney whimper as his body
tightened. "Oh god, canít take it!"

John made a soft sound of pure lust and continued squirming
while clenching down on Rodney, and Rodney gave a shout, tightening his hand
around Johnís as he slammed forward, spurting deep inside of Johnís ass.
John cried out at the sensation of Rodney coming in him, and his hand sped up,
nearly blurring as he sought his own climax, his ass spasming around Rodneyís
cock.

Rodney collapsed against Johnís back, panting against the warm
material of his jacket. "God, I love your uniforms."

John laughed breathlessly. "I noticed."

"I donít hear you complaining about it."

"Hell no! I love it and take advantage of it at every
opportunity."

"Just how many more uniform types do you have?"

"I think I have some camos, and I donít think youíve
seen my flight suit yet..."

John laughed then sighed when Rodney slipped out of him.
"No, you donít. You love me and you love my uniforms."

"And you take every opportunity to feed my fetish."
Rodney pressed a kiss to the back of Johnís neck before straightening up and
stretching.

"Hell yeah, I like your on switch."

"Shocking, truly shocking." Rodney groaned and walked
back to the bed, peeling of the rest of his clothes before flopping down on it.
John followed suit, leaving his sweaty garments in a heap on the floor after
using the t-shirt to clean himself up, and then joined Rodney. He flung an arm
and leg over the other man while settling his head on Rodneyís shoulder and
squirmed and nudged Rodney until he was comfortable.

Giving a long-suffering sigh, Rodney waited until John was
settled before wrapping his arms around him. "I never knew my main purpose
in life was to be your pillow and mattress." He could feel Johnís lips
curve into a smile against his shoulder before the colonel answered.